CHAPTER ELEVENStepping out of sss Rain Forest onto the sidewalk was like stepping out of a steaming jungle and into a chilly city. The sun was about to disappear into a fog bank that had rolled through the Golden Gate and had already hidden San Francisco. The air had only warmed a little during the afternoon, and now it held an early-evening chill.
Marvia shivered. The streetlamps had blinked on and darkness was encroaching. The fog had crept inland from the bay and the sky had turned a somber gray.
She stood outside Bara Miyako, studying the red rose logo painted inside the glass and scanning the diners beyond. The restaurant was decorated in pale grays and paler yellows, with only an occasional red rose to liven the decor. There were white tablecloths and better-dressed early diners th
